Allow without the need of iron hands
My head ejects the final memories
You ought to be announced in history
Mixdown, transport the light that indicates

Conduct, erase the years that have injured you
New cut, new start, the final court is near
You ought to be amazed and always here
Crackdown, resist the lightning within you

Confused without the use of any words
Make up, shut down the clearance to your head
You want to be a part of I and me
Lock down, close up the access to the rest

Take me home
The burden's taking way too much from
Years ago
Heading for a distant kind of

Take me home
A modern vision, timeless common
Years ago
Heading for a distant kind of